I smoked weed a lot in high school, starting my sophomore year, but mostly my senior year, and came to school high every day. In high school, I was the girl you would never expect to be doing drugs, and I mean this all in the least conceited way. I was popular, part of a “click” I guess you could say of some of the prettiest girls in the grade, tall, blond, in the drama club, choir, and had plenty of boyfriends and hookups with hot guys. But my senior year, it was different…my friendships slowly faded with “the click” and I made a new friend who was my total partner in crime. Senior year…I got high pretty much every day for that year…3-5 days a week and on weekends…wow, probably 7-10 times.

Before my senior year, I had smoked weed before and done other drugs too. I’m just going to blatantly spill all the drugs I’ve done, in order: alcohol, marijuana, “whip-it’s” (both out of a whip cream can and hydrogen capsule), lortabs, mushrooms, salvia, snorted and smoked hydro morphine, acid, and molly (the purest form of ecstasy minus the speed). This all started to f*ck with my head…not to mention the girl I was doing the drugs with drove me f*cking crazy and I think is bi-polar.

Sometime that summer after I graduated, I had a panic attack. I still smoked just as much after that. It was especially stupid to be smoking this much because I love to sing and have been told I have a lot of potential w/ it. You can even check out my YouTube page if you like youtube.com/lalalauren127. To be honest, I can tell the damage it’s done when I sing, you can maybe tell if you want to judge and see for yourself lol. Anywayyyy, soooo, I was sober for a month…and then like 3 days later I wanted weed so bad so a called up someone and got a dub.

I smoked a fat bowl that I could hardly finish. At first, it felt amazing like I was brought back to a familiar place and I could really think again, then I don’t know what happened but I freaked out. I freaked out because I didn’t like how I was feeling. I was sooo baked because I hadn’t smoked in what felt like forever, I was expecting the best time out of this! So because I didn’t like what I was feeling, it freaked me out. I was literally like talking nonstop to myself like a crazy person and I couldn’t believe that I didn’t enjoy it!!

I mean…I loved getting high!…and this was some good sh*t too. So I ate a sh*tload of food until my high wore off…lasted a good 3-4 hours ughh. And after that last experience…it hit me I am so sick of getting high! Sick of letting something control me; sick of building my life around it….it had taken away who I was and what I loved in life. I am slowly recovering from my drug use…I know it’s caused me a lot of damage in my head…my mentality and well-being.

I no longer want to do that to myself, I mean I guess getting high can be like…somewhat fun…but when you think about it, not really because there are so many more negative aspects to it then positive. Thanks for reading anyone who took the time to read this.